Saturday, January 17, 2009

As usaul, my wife ordered me to buy coffee for her every morning. I go to the nearby Panera Bread, and then get home. My neighbour said hello to me, and said, "What a nice husband... "

Once I got home, my wife looked at me, and said, "didn't you forget to add milk? How many times that I need to told you that you need to add more milk? why can you be so clumsy? Is this the reason why you are doing so poorly on your job?"

In reality, I am making two times more income than her. For some reason, she still think she is doing better than me.

Hi everyone! welcome to my new blog. I am a father of one who lives in Boston. Like most Bostonians, I am a Red Sox fans. Boston is the Red Sox nation! I watch the Patriots and the Celtics too, although my heart still root for the Sox.

But this is not a blog about sports in Boston. This is a blog about my horrible marriage. About five years ago, I met that witch in my church and from then on, my life has changed forever -- for the worst. She is absolutely the worst woman on Earth, and I don't know why I will marry such a horrible monster.

From now on, I will update my blog with the daily episode of my horrible marriage.